The Lost Season
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. When the virus first appeared on the West Coast, the cases seemed far away. Northeast Ohio was insulated, safe from any major problems. Even the first patients diagnosed in the state didn’t raise huge alarm. Then like dominoes everything fell. In less than a week schools went from normal functioning to shut down, access shut off not just to the buildings but also all activities. My heart aches for all the students who are losing a season no matter the sport. My senior year I watched the first two track meets from the sidelines after injuring myself at the first practice—completely self-inflicted from pushing far too hard after a winter of inactivity. I worked hard that spring to rebuild and get back to where I had been at the end of my junior year. The week of districts I was on track to finish my season with my best time ever. Tuesday night prelims ended up being cancelled; we didn’t have the numbers to necessitate the qualifying